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and I think you ~love it~ when things don't work out the way you thought they would

and bits of you boil down to baser ingredients in beakers on children's chemistry sets

(((((if you want we can head over to the other place)))))

^^^^^it's darker there and quieter and when you make mistakes it doesn't feel like your chest can't beat the way it wants to^^^^^

over thereyou can hear the public transportation

and since over there it still feels like

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you won't ever feel {home}sick !!!

because you can take the

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and breathe it into those Mexican Coke bottles that always taste better

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and at night Roald Dahl will come with theBig Friendly Giantand reach in your window and replace them with whatever it is that's

/the opposite of/

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i love it when you do that thing to me where balloons inflate from the tips of my hair and then carry me over to where the sidewalk ends and i think you love it when things dont work out the way you thought they would and bits of you boil down to baser ingredients in beakers on childrens chemistry sets if you want we can head over to the other place its darker there and quieter and when you make mistakes it doesnt feel like your chest cant beat the way it wants to over there you can hear the public transportation and since over there it still feels like home except on stilts above water you wont ever feel homesick because you can take the loneliness and breathe it into those mexican coke bottles that always taste better and at night roald dahl will come with the big friendly giant and reach in your window and replace them with whatever it is thats the opposite of loneliness

damn the yu gi oh intro song is rly good yugis grandpa owns a game shopyugi isnt even good at what the hell is this game even called again mtg anime edition ugh he just has cheap cards jesus who is this mysterious teen searching for a rare card yugi and his grandpa have the same hair wow blue eyes white dragon its called duel monsters okay these cards are proportionally massive kaiba is a dick goddamn his hair is p cool tho aaawe yugis grandpa is so sentimental kaiba doesnt get it yugi is hella short kaiba has no pupils i dont get why yugis grandpa is so sick from being beaten at a card game lol shits happening so fast i feel confused what what is happening lol yugi just got badass these holograms are p badass as well is yugi wearing eyeliner blue eyes white dragon is 100 percent blue kaiba is cheap as fuck 2 blue eyes white dragon r u 4real wow the spirit of yugis gpa is talking 2 him three blue eyes white dragons seems like this shouldnt be allowed concentrate yugi dont lose faith yugi youve got to believe in yourself im really confused yugi just did something weird to kaiba but im so confused and now the episode is over what

WHAT JUST <I>NEED TO GET ORGANSHISED AND WHAT I POURED MYSELF A CEREAL BOWL OF COFEE

THE DOOR WAS CLOSED FOR A SECOND

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[YOU] THREW <ME> ON THE BED

THEN THE DOOR WAS OPEN AGAIN AND [YOU] WERE

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IT ISNT YET TIME FOR [US> TO BE ALONE AND [YOU] STARED AT THE PROCESS WHILE SHOES WERE REMOVED

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WHILE [YOU] ARE NOT HERE

you are dead drunk in the bed eighty percent lips and thirty percent dirt i wish i never learned how to program you got home saying you are just trying to get organshed trying to get organshd what just i need to get organshised and what i poured myself a cereal bowl of cofee the door was closed for a second and you threw me on the bed then the door was open again and you were disoriented it isnt yet time for us to be alone and you stared at the process while shoes were removed and now i listen to your heartbeat while you are not here

I Overslept

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i overslept last night all the way into tomorrow we were in happy land a seaside town built solely for pleasure by the ancient victorians filled with rococo delights for free i was in a tizzy trying to find an unoccupied toilet but i kept dashing back to you telling you i was still searching still nursing a desperately full bladder unsuccessful unrelieved i could find no relief in happy land you were exasperated and incredulous there were joyous crowds of people i know from the box sets i watch on t v linking arms and crazy glad at the prospect of limitless fun deciding to start with ice cream cakes and jelly wait for me i need a wee endless occupied toilet doors later i found one swinging open in the corner of a grotto it led to a palatial marble bathroom the toilet was crazed purple porcelain with a plush furry seat a musical loo roll was spinning in dizzying circles playing antiquated sex pistols tunes there were sculptures of fabulous fish ladies serpentine and sensual wrapped around the cistern they had eyes like stoned goldfish spread lips like koi carp and their girly gills were well gilded through the small window behind me i saw many breasts of all sizes laid out on a feasting table with snails slithering all over them and the nipples on these breasts were open mouths with their tiny tongues lapping the air the fish lady nearest to me said thats how the ancient victorians got their kicks i felt a tremor of warmth in my uterus and i knew those little buggers could turn me on too and i said to her how long have you been stuck here beautifying the place and she said hundreds of years cant you tell and i said you must be bored stiff and she said of course not luv im daft as i released a hot stream of urine into her toilet i saw your head propped on the edge of the cliff in sharp focus lips glossed hair clean waiting for me impatiently sometimes when im sleeping i forget im alive sometimes when i sleep i am happy

Aug 27

Aug 27 1. Went to the doctor was told my heart rate is too low and I said what about athletes and she said touché she lifted up my shirt to press on my organs and said oh you workout like I have six pack abs also saw her face sag when I said I'd only had one sexual partner in the last year. 2. Got an anti depressant prescription without having to ask for it doctor said it was the largest amount of that pill shed ever prescribed anyone and kept double checking that that's actually the dose I take you're too small to take this much she said too small to be so sad 3. Was taken out to a raw buffet by some good friends and couldn't stop eating have you ever had raw lasagna also found the cheapest most delicious Indian grocery store and made plans to go on mad bike rides and got hooked up with a bunch of shows if I wanted to go to them also found a bank called Devon banks and lol'd because you know 30 Rock 4. Realized that sometimes I just talk way too much and need to try harder to listen Aug 28 I made a list of goals made a time budget made up for all that raw food with a whole lotta junk food 2. Contemplated questions like why am I sexually attracted to some of my male friends but do not desire more than friendship from them why am I sexually attracted to some of my male friends and do desire more than friendship but settle for friendship because I know that's all they can give me and why am I sexually attracted to some of my male friends but can't accept only friendship from them why aren't there words that better describe the different kinds of attraction we feel 3. Drove past Chipotle where a man with one arm screamed "que pasa ahora" into the car 4. Was told I had to wash my hoodie if I wanted to keep living with my mom Aug 29 1. Went jogging and couldn't figure out how to get home wandered through lots of luscious overgrown backyards pretending to be an explorer looking for a rare plant cure for scabies also found a petting zoo 2. Rode bikes to the Indian grocery store with one of my good friends bought things like two-foot long green beans and aloo masala potato chips while telling her about the time I made a guy cum so hard he fell over made the woman at the checkout counter laugh a lot too which was good because she had such a sour face when we walked up 3. Spent a lot of time talking about sex and sexuality and being straight vs. being gay vs. being queer and figuring that shit out contemplated questions like what does it mean to be read as straight but to live as queer and visa versa can you be straight but politically queer when is it irrelevant to adopt queer as an identity 4. Made a mental note to visit Alibis the overforty bar by moms house with a little kissy logo on the sign!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

aug 27 I went to the doctor was told my heart rate is too low and i said what about athletes and she said touché she lifted up my shirt to press on my organs and said oh you workout like i have six pack abs also saw her face sag when i said id only had one sexual partner in the last year 2 got an anti depressant prescription without having to ask for it doctor said it was the largest amount of that pill shed ever prescribed anyone and kept double checking that thats actually the dose i take youre too small to take this much she said too small to be so sad 3 was taken out to a raw buffet by some good friends and couldnt stop eating have you ever had raw lasagna also found the cheapest most delicious indian grocery store and made plans to go on mad bike rides and got hooked up with a bunch of shows if i wanted to go to them also found a bank called devon banks and lold because you know 30 rock 4 realized that sometimes i just talk way too much and need to try harder to listen aug 28 1 made a list of goals made a time budget made up for all that raw food with a whole lotta junk food 2 contemplated questions like why am i sexually attracted to some of my male friends but do not desire more than friendship from them why am i sexually attracted to some of my male friends and do desire more than friendship but settle for friendship because i know thats all they can give me and why am i sexually attracted to some of my male friends but cant accept only friendship from them why arent there words that better describe the different kinds of attraction we feel 3 drove past chipotle where a man with one arm screamed que pasa ahora into the car 4 was told i had to wash my hoodie if i wanted to keep living with my mom aug 29 I went jogging and couldnt figure out how to get home wandered through lots of luscious overgrown backyards pretending to be an explorer looking for a rare plant cure for scabies also found a petting zoo 2 rode bikes to the indian grocery store with one of my good friends bought things like twofoot long green beans and aloo masala potato chips while telling her about the time i made a guy cum so hard he fell over made the woman at the checkout counter laugh a lot too which was good because she had such a sour face when we walked up 3 spent a lot of time talking about sex and sexuality and being straight vs being gay vs being queer and figuring that shit out contemplated questions like what does it mean to be read as straight but to live as queer and visa versa can you be straight but politically queer when is it irrelevant to adopt queer as an identity 4 made a mental note to visit alibis the overforty bar by moms house with a little kissy logo on the sign

I Found A Really Long Hair

i had gotten dressed i was checking for new face book notifications and dripping on my floor when i saw

it .

it wasnt thick like a mole hair or anything it was thin even thinner than a regular arm hair

i was scared some part of my body wasnt working correctly was this the beginning of the end was that the first step towards the cancer or whatever that would eventually kill me ?

i pulled it out it didn’t hurt at all the hair was so frail almost invisible and about an inch and a half

long how long had it been growing there how had i not noticed until now did it grow faster than normal hair or just longer am i stuck with it forever ?

will this particular follicle continue to spit out this shitty hair for the rest of my life will i eventually become fond of it find it endearing how does normal hair even know ?

when to stop why aren’t all of my hairs that long if

i dont cut the hair on my head or the hair on my genitals it seems to keep growing forever but if the rest of my hair is any sign they would stop eventually

i’ve just never let them get to their natural length i wonder how long my natural length is my poor body always so stressed trying to push more and more hair out to reach some innate ideal only to have that asshole me cut it short again ~

i wonder if that’s why i hate myself

sometimes i worry i will die before i create anything worthwhile but now i know at least i created that hair ~.

i found a really long hair on my arm today after a shower but before i had gotten dressed i was checking for new facebook notifications and dripping on my floor when i saw it it wasnt thick like a mole hair or anything it was thin even thinner than a regular arm hair i was scared some part of my body wasnt working correctly was this the beginning of the end was that the first step towards the cancer or whatever that would eventually kill me i pulled it out it didn’t hurt at all the hair was so frail almost invisible and about an inch and a half long how long had it been growing there how had i not noticed until now did it grow faster than normal hair or just longer am i stuck with it forever will this particular follicle continue to spit out this shitty hair for the rest of my life will i eventually become fond of it find it endearing how does normal hair even know when to stop why aren’t all of my hairs that long if i dont cut the hair on my head or the hair on my genitals it seems to keep growing forever but if the rest of my hair is any sign they would stop eventually i’ve just never let them get to their natural length i wonder how long my natural length is my poor body always so stressed trying to push more and more hair out to reach some innate ideal only to have that asshole me cut it short again i wonder if that’s why i hate myself sometimes i worry i will die before i create anything worthwhile but now i know at least i created that hair

I Imagined You Looked At Me

i imagined you looked at me the other day and thoughthow can i help him turn this around

i wonder if you know how ardently i feel

something similar towards you maybe

WE HAVE BOTH CHOSENstrange and divergent paths even if neitheris so strangewe have support in them

FROM OTHERS TO EACH OTHERwe seem to do strange things

and how sad whenwe used to seem to do the same things

how you get through any day without dwelling on our thing i dont understandi suppose you have new things to occupy your mind but

how can they stimulate and motivate you like our thing did?i wish i could understand maybe

ill get drunk andforget about things like i tried to do forthe past four mornings

i imagined you looked at me the other day and thought how can i help him turn this around i wonder if you know how ardently i feel something similar towards you maybe we have both chosen strange and divergent paths even if neither is so strange we have support in them from others to each other we seem to do strange things and how sad when we used to seem to do the same things how you get through any day without dwelling on our thing i dont understand i suppose you have new things to occupy your mind but how can they stimulate and motivate you like our thing did i wish i could understand maybe ill get drunk and forget about things like i tried to do for the past four mornings

you say your body is ready well you better hold steady the beating you receive will see you weeping readily because youve crumbled already fallen limp like spaghetti like cheetos dusted easily flee now without your dignity when you rhyme with me you gotta climb to be prime time with me but youre just local access see youre grime to me just slime to me and now you got me stoopin but its too easy its tragedy id put you in the history books but you aint worth the ink to me

Hello I Wonderered

So, I went outside to my sidewalk. "Hey! How's it going? I wonder if... you'd... like to meet my cat...?

She is a pretty good cat, but soemtimesd she meows.

(Too mcuh!!)

When she wants food, anyway, my "cat" just got cat "cancer" and only has about two weeks to live. So I was wondering... if you would make a donation? To save my cat? I do work for a living. Just hard up for cas$$$$h at the moment. Well, I would like to meet your cat first, and then there was an explosion.

That rocked.

The street//the street split in half and dark wisps of cloud started rising from below. The wisps took shape and transformed into very long arms with gross claws on.

The End.

....The skin on the arms was mottled like it'd been rotting for decades, and i threw up a bit in my mouth. (From the stench.)

Now would be a good time to come meet my cat! I think? Yeah! Let's go! Inside! As sson as we closed the door there was a loud knocking- but- we didn't want to answer it, because we thought it was probably one of those arms. We grabbed the cat and went upstairs to look out of a window. We pulled back a curtain and saw that there was an arm reaching to each door on my block.

Well. you have a very nice cat.

I just hope she doesn't die from the arms. (So we can save her from the "cancer." I teared up, because this stranger was being so nice to me. And I said, "Let's go. Make some tea." And hope this blows over.

Down in the kitchen we heard the knocking again but this time it was followed by a soft 'whooshing' sound. We froze as the stench of rotting flesh masked the smell of our steeping tea and we both froze in a panic. My cat ran for the door meowing like I've never heard her meow. We heard her howl, and that sound was followed by a scream, which started softly but grew.

Quickly, until i noticed, my new friends ears were bleeding. Touching my own, I found they were also slick with blood. I said, "Holy Fuck What Should We Do?" but my friend just looked at me.

Blankly, she tried to talk, but I couldn't hear anything. So I grabbed a knife and pointed to the living room. My "cat" had latched onto the Arm and wasn't letting go. Even though The Arm was swinging him wildly around the room. I cried out for him and his eyes swung to look at me, and I saw a Deep Sorrow resting within those visionary slits. They flashed at me, like it was nightfall, blinding me.

When my vision faded back in my "cat" was clothed in golden armor and a cape, fine enough to make The Kings of Myth wet their panties. He stood up on his hind legs and a sword fizzled into existence. Right into his outstretched paw and he took a massive swing at the Arm, which had continued its slow persistent course.

For the two us, the sword hit. The Arm and sparks exploded from contact with the Arm, which began flailing wildly, smashing my tv and my lamp, and my coffee table. Tearing the art off the walls. Its thrashing slowed as the sword slowly-but-steadily, cut through its sinew and bone. The sparks never letting off. Finally ! the sword burst through the last millimeter of skin, and the arm dissolved back into the smoke we saw outside. "My" cat looked at me and said, in a voice like Barry White's, "There are others who need my protection-gripped." The sword in his teeth and dashed out the door. We ran back upstairs to look outside from the window again and saw squadrons of similarly bedecked dogs, cats, rats, and snakes. All teaming up to take down each arm in turn. When all the arms were gone, we felt a rumbling in our Feet. As the house began to shake, and the fissure in the street closed up perfectly, not even leaving a seam to provide credence for our story. As soon as the crack disappeared the armor and weapons disappeared from each animal. The dogs began to chase the cats, the cats began to chase the rats, and the snakes slithered into the grass. We looked slowly at each other and collapsed, with our back to the wall, reaching out to each other for comfort in our newly silent world, where it seemed anything might be Possible.

hello i wonderered what i would do today so i went outside to my sidewalk hey hows it going i wonder if youd like to meet my cat she is a pretty good cat but soemtimesd she meows too mcuh when she wants food anyway my cat just got cat cancer and only has about two weeks to live so i was wondering if you would make a donation to save my cat i do work for a living just hard up for cash at the moment well i would like to meet your cat first and then there was an explosion that rocked the street the street split in half and dark wisps of cloud started rising from below the wisps took shape and transformed into very long arms with gross claws on the end the skin on the arms was mottled like itd been rotting for decades and i threw up a bit in my mouth from the stench now would be a good time to come meet my cat i think yeah lets go inside as sson as we closed the door there was a loud knocking but we didnt want to answer it because we thought it was probably one of those arms we grabbed the cat and went upstairs to look out of a window we pulled back a curtain and saw that there was an arm reaching to each door on my block well you have a very nice cat i just hope she doesnt die from the arms so we can save her from the cancer i teared up because this stranger was being so nice to me and i said lets go make some tea and hope this blows over down in the kitchen we heard the knocking again but this time it was followed by a soft whooshing sound we froze as the stench of rotting flesh masked the smell of our steeping tea and we both froze in a panic my cat ran for the door meowing like ive never heard her meow we heard her howl and that sound was followed by a scream which started softly but grew quickly until i noticed my new friends ears were bleeding touching my own i found they were also slick with blood i said holy fuck what should we do but my friend just looked at me blankly she tried to talk but i couldnt hear anything so i grabbed a knife and pointed to the living room my cat had latched onto the arm and wasnt letting go even though the arm was swinging him wildly around the room i cried out for him and his eyes swung to look at me and i saw a deep sorrow resting within those visionary slits they flashed at me like it was nightfall blinding me when my vision faded back in my cat was clothed in golden armor and a cape fine enough to make the kings of myth wet their panties he stood up on his hind legs and a sword fizzled into existence right into his outstretched paw and he took a massive swing at the arm which had continued its slow persistent course for the two us the sword hit the arm and sparks exploded from contact with the arm which began flailing wildly smashing my tv and my lamp and my coffee table tearing the art off the walls its thrashing slowed as the sword slowly but steadily cut through its sinew and bone the sparks never letting off finally the sword burst through the last millimeter of skin and the arm dissolved back into the smoke we saw outside my cat looked at me and said in a voice like barry whites there are others who need my protection gripped the sword in his teeth and dashed out the door we ran back upstairs to look outside from the window again and saw squadrons of similarly bedecked dogs cats rats and snakes all teaming up to take down each arm in turn when all the arms were gone we felt a rumbling in our feet as the house began to shake and the fissure in the street closed up perfectly not even leaving a seam to provide credence for our story as soon as the crack disappeared the armor and weapons disappeared from each animal the dogs began to chase the cats the cats began to chase the rats and the snakes slithered into the grass we looked slowly at each other and collapsed with our back to the wall reaching out to each other for comfort in our newly silent world where it seemed anything might be possible

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Listed In The Order

inside of an envelope addressed to no one, an orange. With a faced carved into it, a whisper. Settling inside the deep recesses of the grand piano, three million thoughts and not a place.

To go: A-computer S-system Unit that a bird built, a nest.

In a feeling, you.

Get when?

You know your lover.

I-SNT:going to die!

Anytime soon, a hash tag that isn’t really a hash tag but a hash brown.

Disguised as one:seventeen benches and not a single being to sit on them.

Fifteen percent of all shares a satellite tower that transmits a microcosm.

Things that don’t make sense.

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So OK I Can't Stop

So ok: I can't stop thinking about fish and how sharks eat fish and sharks.

Die and turn into sand at the bottom of the ocean where fish....

Go ahead and eat the dead shark.

Bodies: there has got to be a starfish in the picture.

Somewhere thoughts aren't dreamy: they puncture the film of skin and die and the bodies of those thoughts die and the bodies are eaten up by new thoughts that lie flopping around at the bottom of the ocean.

If you want to sound poetic: just take words out here and there.

If you want: sound poetic.

Take here and there.

Sound poetic.

Here and there, here and there: turn around.

You'll find: its just the same.

Didn't see: that one coming.

Just the same: like in a David Lynch Dream when You were the Giant.

outside lady screams ohhhhhhhhhhhhh whats the point she said it first not me put your exes in a bottle up on the shelf with the spices you can use formaldehyde but you wont be able to keep their skin from changing color though You were the Giant.

I avoid: sentences that seem (grammatically) difficult.

Still unsure how.

To use apostrophes....

Sometimes definitely unsure of how.

To spell apostrophes....

Strange street sounds:

Outside Lady screams: “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh...!”

What's the point?

She said it first, not me: “Put your exes in a bottle up on the shelf with the spices; you can use formaldehyde but you won't be able to keep their skin from changing color, though.”

so ok i cant stop thinking about fish and how sharks eat fish and sharks die and turn into sand at the bottom of the ocean where fish go ahead and eat the dead shark bodies there has got to be a starfish in the picture somewhere thoughts arent dreamy they puncture the film of skin and die and the bodies of those thoughts die and the bodies are eaten up by new thoughts that lie flopping around at the bottom of the ocean if you want to sound poetic just take words out here and there if you want sound poetic take here and there sound poetic here and there here and there turn around youll find its just the same didnt see that one coming just the same like in a david lynch dream when you were the giant i avoid sentences that seem grammatically difficult still unsure how to use apostrophes sometimes definitely unsure of how to spell apostrophes strange street sounds outside lady screams ohhhhhhhhhhhhh whats the point she said it first not me put your exes in a bottle up on the shelf with the spices you can use formaldehyde but you wont be able to keep their skin from changing color though

i believe vierkants photographic project image objects is shifting the values of the documentation of art work image objects is a project in which manipulated digital images are rendered as uv prints on sintra and precision cut to create a photographic print with the presence of a sculpture whenever the sculptural images are officially documented either by the artist or by a gallery the documented image must be manipulated the documentation then becomes a derivative of the original a new piece of work is created for the on going series the cycle then repeats itself in this practice Vierkant is re valuing a common practice within the art community to document a show or piece is a banal practice often overlooked even when the task is completed the use of the documentation is to be a record or pure document of an event or situation often the documentation is also used an advertisement this is how my art could look in your gallery vierkant has lifted the practice and subverted the intention of the documentation the documentation is no longer a pure document but an altered new piece in a way vierkant is playing within the realm of appropriation but in the case of vierkant he is appropriating himself as bate said the function of modernism was to re value industrialized society i think one can argue vierkant is helping to re value a portion of internet society a part of internet culture can be defined as the post re post dynamics of sites like 4chan dump fm tumblr twitter and facebook vierkants pieces play in the space between the physical and the virtual posting up a physical object derived from a digital file to then be digitized manipulated and then re posted as something new and different

Of what we used to be, there's no remnants. Of the love you might have had?

In your heart? For me?

We are changed.

My stomach pregnant with drink, but my feelings...

Stay the same.

I need something bigger than this.

Mortality: a desperate vitality.

the room is drunk theres nothing more sad than staying the same theres nothing scarier than needing to change im searching for something bigger than myself because i know theres something out there thats better and thats waiting for my cells to stumble upon my dna will be today but itll mean yesterday the past speaks louder than words tease your powdered nose ladies rooms of ladies bars this night is drunk this town is the same and theres nothing sadder tattered table cloths on tattered table tops hold your drink closer to your heart theres something better out there waiting for me to stumble upon im constantly searching because im constantly empty the emptiness of your memory of me we are nothing of what we used to be theres no remnants of the love you might have had in your heart for me we are changed my stomach pregnant with drink but my feelings stay the same i need something bigger than this mortality a desperate vitality

eat the sweets until your teeth rot smell the laughing gas and let the doctor drill and fill the holes in you with something artificial crank the jams dont jam your ears and let the doctor cram machines in there to make up for it later glue your eyes to the glass monitor and stare through glasses ever thicker at the pretty colored lights then let the doctor concentrate a beam of it into your pupils til they relearn how to focus touch the sharp things spend your limbs and let the doctor stitch them up or build you new ones use your body up live it to death

Time Washed Over Him

And many colored globes Undulating and expanding swallowed him in Infinite bigness seemed like everything that ever existed Only one ball blinked softly yellow He’d liked the color yellow All the other boys liked blue

So in maybe the most rebellious moment of his life He proclaimed that his favorite color was green Homeroom, second grade, eight forty five am Smart move he thought, time folded in on him Omeletizing his eggy existence over and over Though he was aware of something staying Similar to itself in the sea of difference

“Follow the yellow the way happy and sad enmesh together!”

He thought uncomfortable thoughts And comforting ones Other faces of friends And people disorienting flaps of skin thin folds folding folding

“Fuck I hope this doesn’t go on forever!”

But it did And he thought everything anyone had ever thought And everything anyone ever would think He described the yellow in chalk A world formed around him and the color crystallized

And the omeletization slowed to a slow wing flapping And he could see something now hazy And still And quiet a small yellow bird emerged chirped from the lonely infinite nothing new And existing

And a very small exactness in a very big everything

It began all over again The new and old in the time between am and pm And things began to take their places now Slowly but surely

time washed over him and many colored globes undulating and expandingswallowed him in infinite bigness seemed like everything that everexisted only one ball blinked softly yellow hed liked the color yellowall the other boys liked blue so in maybe the most rebellious momentof his life he proclaimed that his favorite color was green homeroomsecond grade eight forty five am smart move he thought time folded inon him omeletizing his eggy existence over and over though he wasaware of something staying similar to itself in the sea of differencefollow the yellow the way happy and sad enmesh together he thoughtuncomfortable thoughts and comforting ones other faces of friends andpeople disorienting flaps of skin thin folds folding folding fuck ihope this doesnt go on forever but it did and he thought everythinganyone had ever thought and everything anyone ever would think hedescribed the yellow in chalk a world formed around him and the colorcrystallized and the omeletization slowed to a slow wing flapping andhe could see something now hazy and still and quiet a small yellowbird emerged chirped from the lonely infinite nothing new and existingand a very small exactness in a very big everything it began all overagain the new and old in the time between am and pm and things beganto take their places now slowly but surely

why is there nothing and not something designwise the universe would have been more efficient if it had been an empty vacuum entropy wouldnt even be a variable in that universe there would be no states of probability in that universe no quantum entanglement in the coldest way possible it would be perfect but for whatever reason pure being which always needs a vessel in which to encode itself configured this universe as it is its an egregious miracle which we dont deserve god will forgive us for being born but in the meantime if were going tobe trying so hard to map desire onto reality i suppose selecting your babys eye color is pretty crucial could we at least realize whos desire maps are allowing our tiny little desire-maps to exist how can any average american not wake up feeling dirty from their habituation to the schizofascist manipulation we have accepted for our entire lives every atom expands inward to contain the entire universe for whatever reason most likely because of the primitiveness of our perception probability clouds of atomic states compress into objects and events we evolved to map sound to meaning in the best way we could but pure being has tricked us here language can scarcely be analyzed with language its not impossible its just easy to get confused by lack of precision theres a reason wittgenstein was described as wanting to end philosophy but theres also a reason wittgenstein exasperated himself repeating that meaning is use even if we cant construct a useful metalanguage to understand how it is that we construct the world around us we can observe the ways in which the tools we have developed are used for different purposes in different contexts in this way we can make clear how it is that language and the body are used to express all that humans are capable of expressingwhen humanity ends the richest traditions we will have left behind us will be our languages and the primordial forces derived from them art by primordial force i mean the universal impulse that is the development in human perception to in a given state of affairs conceive of what is not the case therefore as wittgenstein says a dog can expect his master to come but he cannot expect his master to come next thursday of course dogs do not have language which is ludwigs point but they may have some other method of instinctual habituationby which they can indeed expect their master next thursday nevertheless dogs are no capable of linguistic abstraction the means by which a person can sit in a room and imagine anything that is outside of that room maybe if things that dont even exist can do anything we can do anything more likely there are drastic limits to our perception and while we should do our best to bend them we should also respect their presence we were designed with limits to what we should know and what we should do its clear from the trajectory humanhistory has taken that our affairs are not in order we are in a hell of handbaskets and if we dont change quickly things are doomed for us or maybe as schopenhauer says our reality is the worst possible of worlds and will adapt as it proceeds in its wretchedness but there is power in the universal impulse ui user interface the universal impulse allows for the manipulation of the user interface and therefore the interface is an individual manifestation of the impulse which exists at a general human level just as the language organ does language likely preceded the universal impulse since language and its maps onfrom the human body along with the environment are the pivotal factors determining the user interface as it evolved and ultimately crystallized the universal impulse however was evolving simultaneously and the crystallization of language allowed it to come to full fruition too drunk need to sleep its 439am this is the only time i will ever be twenty years old on november 19th at 439am in portland oregon in this four dimensional universe a being of five dimensions could experience this entire universe as an object walk around it we as 3dimensionals have to suffer through spacetime seeing a crosssection of that sculpture but a flatlander walking along a line also has at her disposal the metaphor of another dimension she can spin around the line adding paradox to her motion paradox can be the most productive thing ever and the paradox of language is what allowed for the development of the universal impulse one can only conceive of what is not the case in a negation of a positive proposition and therefore to conceive of the imaginary one must still work within the realm of the concrete an imaginary entity after all is only a discursive ramification of a concrete speech act that is its real but only insofar as the language it inhabits is a true phenomenon why did pure being configure the universe in this way

it was a time of intense loneliness but also a time of medium productivity

i think i achieved my goals because

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i am now in a different situation i believe

i dont like to think about that

i dont want to think about this at all

i think it would be funny if livejournal buys the new york times

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in two thousand twelveor something

i try to expressΔ crippling lonelinessΔ severe depressionΔ the arbitrary nature of the universeΔ the function of morality within an existential viewΔ confusionΔ existential despairΔ and that consciousness means we must choose in a tone that i feel will affect people including myself to not want to kill themselves not want to do self destructive things and not want to be inconsiderate to people

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my poetry is ultimately life affirmingi think

it is completely not calculated when i incorporate:

the internet or energy drinks

i feel natural when i type about:

the internet and energy drinks

when i do the opposite

when i block out:

the internet and energy drinks

i think, is when i am consciously attempting something then at some point i had feelings like i don’t care anymore

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im alone all the timeanyway

and what difference does it make and started writing what was really in my brain which at the time was mostly the internet and feeling alienated

i think i view abstract criticism and praise with medium to severe detachment that is at times wry uncomprehending or amused

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i look at the computer screen with a neutral facial expression if someone criticizes my concrete actions in concrete reality i do take that into if someone criticizes my non rhetorical writing or if i am feeling really existential and like my life is art one time recently

someone made like sixty comments on ten to twenty different blogs about how i cant be

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i had no moneyleft

i did not want to have a job anymore for the rest of my life

i get royalty checks from my publisher

i promise to myself that i will never get another real job for the rest of my life

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this may be an illusionim not sure

my advice for nyu students

who want to go into writing

is i don’t know

what advice to give you

gchat i have enjoyed features of both texting new york i became a little alienated from the friends i had i decided to focus really hard on writing it was a time of intense loneliness but also a time of medium productivity i think i achieved my goals because i am now in a different situation i believe i dont like to think about that i dont want to think about this at all i think it would be funny if livejournal buys the new york times in two thousand twelve or something i try to express crippling loneliness severe depression the arbitrary nature of the universe the function of morality within an existential view confusion existential despair and that consciousness means we must choose in a tone that i feel will affect people including myself to not want to kill themselves not want to do self destructive things and not want to be inconsiderate to people my poetry is ultimately life affirming i think it is completely not calculated when i incorporate the internet or energy drinks i feel natural when i type about the internet and energy drinks when i do the opposite when i block out the internet and energy drinks i think, is when i am consciously attempting something then at some point i had feelings like i don’t care anymore im alone all the time anyway and what difference does it make and started writing what was really in my brain which at the time was mostly the internet and feeling alienated i think i view abstract criticism and praise with medium to severe detachment that is at times wry uncomprehending or amused i look at the computer screen with a neutral facial expression if someone criticizes my concrete actions in concrete reality i do take that into if someone criticizes my non rhetorical writing or if i am feeling really existential and like my life is art one time recently someone made like sixty comments on ten to twenty different blogs about how i cant be i had no money left i did not want to have a job anymore for the rest of my life i get royalty checks from my publisher i promise to myself that i will never get another real job for the rest of my life this may be an illusion im not sure my advice for nyu students who want to go into writing is i don’t know what advice to give you

Don't Even Want

i could (((die))) i am (((sad))) a lot of the [[time]] and i [[think]] about you most of the [[time]] but i feel )))better((( when i [[think]] about (you) than when i dont and i feel )))better((( when ((im)) with )(you)( than when (im) not

even when (i) (((hate))) being with ))((you))(( even when you make me (((cry))) it is ))nice((

in a [[way]]

)(to know what it feels like)(

to have )))(((you)))((( make me ))feel(( (((terrible))) ))

it would be ))nice(( in a [[way]]

)(to know what it )feels( like)(

to have )(you)( make me )feel(

any

[[way]]

it would mean...

i know you maybe.....

dont even want to write anything down because putting it into real words makes me feel so stupid i could die i am sad a lot of the time and i think about you most of the time but i feel better when i think about you than when i dont and i feel better when im with you than when im not even when i hate being with you even when you make me cry it is nice in a way to know what it feels like to have you make me feel terrible it would be nice in a way to know what it feels like to have you make me feel any way it would mean i know you maybe

bury me bones bare in the bible black predawn holographic holiness reality as retrospective my dad once told us when i die just throw my body in the dumpster with the rest of the weeks garbage or tie me to a tree and let the vultures feed feverishly on my flesh when you die you are dead there is nothing else no you will not miss anything anyone just like the blind dont miss the sun having never seen solar shine and the deaf do not desire sonatas symphonies maybe so dad but i really know nothing no nothing can be known it just cannot be retained like a bird in a cage wings unclipped just waiting for an ajar door to swoon sunnyside up sunbound synchronized orbiting planetary pirouettes galaxies galore xerox copy universes bodies dont matter here

There Was A Writer

there was a writerwho stated that only when we are f r e e of the chains of grammarwill we have true revolution, and I think this might well be the case

but have you ever been typing for example a lot of kisses to someone like

x x x x x x x x x x x x x

and then been caught in a sort of war in which one tries to type more than another and then you are tempted to copy and paste these letters but somehow it feels wrong,like the x’s themselves, and the pressing of.

the key is:a real sublimated kiss you are giving them.maybe it is, however --there is that contact and that pressure and that yielding of f l e s h

and then...you might extend itand all these ctrl-c and ctrl-v muck it up but sometimes,I do it anyway.(just to win)

and I feel guilty about itbut there is no way for them to tell (is there?)but my point is:that there are these mediations that in digital means nothing;for instance:is this ‘s’ the same as this ‘s?’ are they different?or are they the same thing,mirrored in two places?

they exist in memory separately --but in memory

they are not characters at all,but something else:physical, electrical not even numbers, really, but something totally coincidental and irrelevant really but!

what of the kisses then?are they the fingers,motion captured by the keyboard like a webcam might capture the appearance of a kissor are they something else?are all these x x x x x the same networked kiss?or are they all separate?are the kisses between others the same kiss as mine?or is it unique that my fingers perform these actions?I guess I am talking about the ontology of the x x x x did you know that the ‘x’ is a ‘kiss’ because before most people could write,they would sign contracts with their feudal lords with an ‘x’ and they would kiss the ‘x’to imbue their word into their signature in the same way they had been

and Borges wrote of a language made up of three letters in sequence,e n d l e s s l y repeated, which created non-repetitive meaning by modifying every previous letter xxx xxx xxx xxx

and when I kiss you,then you are kissing what was made by everyone I kissed before since I was young and nervous

but then with every kiss, you are kissing more of yourself and I am kissing more of me, which I guess explains the eventual and inevitable boredom. and why?

kissing new people is always so exciting as it is the really the last naive one (x x x xxx x x x xxx x x x) but I want to ask you to do something for me:

I do not know who you are reading this. whether you are running this site or editing or sending or punctuating or anything -- I want you to change the o r d e r of the characters.

I want you to swap this ‘x’ and this ‘x’ and I want you to move this want to this want

and I want you to move other letters,toountil the letters start to feel as though they are

in the wrong place even though they are not and you can move them out of place, too, (but only if no one ever knows)

there was a writer who stated that only when we are free of the chains of grammar will we have true revolution and i think this might well be the case but have you ever been typing for example a lot of kisses to someone like xxxxxxxxxxxxx and then been caught in a sort of war in which one tries to type more than another and then you are tempted to copy and paste these letters but somehow it feels wrong like the xs themselves and the pressing of the key is a real sublimated kiss you are giving them maybe it is however there is that contact and that pressure and that yielding of flesh and then you might extend it and all these ctrl c and ctrl v muck it up but sometimes i do it anyway just to win and i feel guilty about it but there is no way for them to tell is there but my point is that there are these mediations that in digital means nothing for instance is this s the same as this s are they they different or are they the same thing mirrored in two places they exist in memory separately but in memory they are not characters at all but something else physical electrical not even numbers really but something totally coincidental and irrelevant really but what of the kisses then are they the fingers motion captured by the keyboard like a webcam might capture the appearance of a kiss or are they something else are all these xxxxx the same networked kiss or are they all separate are the kisses between others the same kiss as mine or is it unique that my fingers perform these actions i guess i am talking about the ontology of the xxxx did you know that the x is a kiss because before most people could write they would sign contracts with their feudal lords with an x and they would kiss the x to imbue their word into their signature in the same way they had been taught to kiss the bible to sign their word to keep its word the x is too the christian cross xxxxxxxx tilted xxxxxxxx xxxxx and borges wrote of a language made up of three letters in sequence endlessly repeated which created non repetitive meaning by modifying every previous letter xxxxxxxxxxxx and when i kiss you then you are kissing what was made by everyone i kissed before since i was young and nervous but then with every kiss you are kissing more of yourself and i am kissing more of me which i guess explains the eventual and inevitable boredom and why kissing new people is always so exciting as it is the really the last naive one xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx but i want to ask you to do something for me i do not know who you are reading this whether you are running this site or editing or sending or punctuating or anything i want you to change the order of the characters i want you to swap this x and this x and i want you to move this want to this want and i want you to move other letters too until the letters start to feel as though they are in the wrong place even though they are not and you can move them out of place too but only if no one ever knows

when i get into my sad moods i desperately want to want something i desperately want to be uncomfortable in a way that i can fix i want to be hungry i want to be hungry the way you get hungry on thanksgiving after starving yourself in preparation for the nights feast i want to have to pee i want to have to pee like im on a fucking road trip i want to have to anything i want a tangible discomfort to occupy my mind i want to be sick i want a bad case of the flu i want to just want to sleep it off i want to be waiting for the nyquil to kick in i want to be too hot on my way to the grocery store i want to be too cold on my way to the grocery store i want to want cocaine the way i want cocaine when im on cocaine i want to want so-and-so to ask me if i need to go to the bathroom because gosh they have to pee so bad and itd be nice to have a friend come along i want to be waiting for the cues hoping for the cues i want to want the cues i want to come down and be uncomfortable i want to be uncomfortable i want to be uncomfortable in any way except this i have the kind of depression that is less intense but lasts longer it starts with the letter d but i cant remember thats what my psychiatrist said at least i just say i live my life in shades of grey i am filled with storms and concrete-paved streets but little else i want to want to be comfortable but i can’t remember what that feels like so i want to be uncomfortable in any way but this

so this cantonese girl on the bus was writing a birthday card to her friend and it read as follows going clockwise from top left alice chan 0 ckn oh my god happy birthday yoyoyyyoy addective win yeah seventeen imsixteengointoseventeen congrat you listen but you are andalwayswill puturhandsup happy birthday kissmehugme mymy bbf forever you are let party gettinghotinher birthday drinks and cake all night scad

i dont want to be the 3d virgin to a 2d whore even if she is an image of myself its a shitty complex that ive always hated i dont want you to express your sexual feelings to inanimate objects instead of me my actual body but i also dont want to pressure you into sex that you dont want that is literally the last thing i want to do i dont want to be another person in your life being sad i dont want to be the force that organizes your life while someone else inspires you its the fundamental difference between loving someone and being in love with them i think you said it yourself something is missing what is that thing over a long period of time those empty spots build up into repressed jealousy or rage or something else not good like that and you are way too social for this kind of thing not to happen over and over again you already know a million inspiring people and will certainly meet a million more i dont want to prevent you from doing or tell you that you cant talk to certain people so i dont know what the solution is there your descriptions for our potential future sounded beautiful and made me feel so hopeful i almost said forget everything i just said lets do that but thats too simplistic probably that can be your future with anyone im not essential for it it sometimes feels like you want to be with me because we look good on paper or a screen more than anything else ugh i cant tell if im overreacting to a stupid poem it wasnt stupid actually it was very good but it just felt very summative of all our issues i dont want to lose you an obviously amazing and hashtag rare person because im trying to define a stupid word that has no definition

in pirooz's apartment with the cast and some special guests including moby, sean lennon, and potentially other musicians.

who can come for an impromptu day session on the last day of shooting?

last word: potentially have a last word from tao lin of what?

(he thinks of film at the very end of credits; in the foreground we see an imovie clip of the actual tao lin talking.

the clip appears as a smaller square in the upper left of the screen.)

in the background is an actual chalk board!

where?

you see a hand writing the text that appears below! ::: 'this is the real real tao lin.'

'again' is written on the chalkboard by a hand.

'extreme close up:' tao lin.

ad lib.

camera slowly pans out and to the left to reveal: that it is jordan and brad who have taken turns to write each word of the sentence!

brad and jordan then play hangman...

after one of them loses we see them write:

the end!

(in as many languages as they can, editing note: we do not need to adhere to the timing of the dialogue that tao provides in the imovies; we are rather favoring the action that is created in the foreground by brad and jordan. this will create the maximum...comedic effect(?).... tao lin (!)...contd ad lib... i thought this movie was seventeen percent better than artificial intelligence i also like:_beer_and_broccoli_)

during credits we will show clips of bloopers that happened during the making of the film this will begin and be intercut with a live musical jam in piroozs apartment with the cast and some special guests including moby sean lennon and potentially other musicians who can come for an impromptu day session on the last day of shooting last word potentially have a last word from tao lin of what he thinks of film at the very end of credits in the foreground we see an imovie clip of the actual tao lin talking the clip appears as a smaller square in the upper left of the screen. in the background is an actual chalk board where you see a hand writing the text that appears below this is the real real tao lin again is written on the chalkboard by a hand extreme close up tao lin ad lib camera slowly pans out and to the left to reveal that it is jordan and brad who have taken turns to write each word of the sentence brad and jordan then play hangman after one of them loses we see them write the end in as many languages as they can editing note we do not need to adhere to the timing of the dialogue that tao provides in the imovies we are rather favoring the action that is created in the foreground by brad and jordan this will create the maximum comedic effect tao lin contd ad lib i thought this movie was seventeen percent better than artificial intelligence i also like beer and broccoli

Note I Read Somewhere

note: i read somewhere that foucault dropped acid in the mojave desert and said it was the <best experience of his life>moving awayfrom the *idea* that drugs especially h a l l u c i n o g e n s are the {realm of spiritual fulfillment}i try to construct the feeling of infinite knowledge as a space and as a place of real learning it is a postmodern space so characterized by

isolation

who else but yourself could know what it is like exactly it has shades of [cubism] light looks different a millimeter away

but is essentially a lesson in neurology

every ideology becomes |condensed| into the physical reality of our brain as an organ functioning the best it can.

nothing will be known.

this landscape seems to say “until you can examine qualia objectively - that is disconnect yourself from your own experiences - this impossible space shows that it is the last frontier of being human and it is impossible to overcome.”

note i read somewhere that foucault dropped acid in the mojave desert and said it was the best experience of his life moving away from the idea that drugs especially hallucinogens are the realm of spiritual fulfillment i try to construct the feeling of infinite knowledge as a space and as a place of real learning it is a postmodern space so characterized by isolation who else but yourself could know what it is like exactly it has shades of cubism light looks different a millimeter away but is essentially a lesson in neurology every ideology becomes condensed into the physical reality of our brain as an organ functioning the best it can nothing will be known this landscape seems to say until you can examine qualia objectively that is disconnect yourself from your own experiences this impossible space shows that it is the last frontier of being human and it is impossible to overcome